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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
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I was a city girl . . . lawyers across the street . . . a bank behind us.. and a liquor store on the corners of thirteenth and fourteenth . . The high school was around the corner..and if I didnt walk down town to shop, I would shop for clothes at Robert Hall across from the school. I lived in a row house. There were four of them. Everyone was retired except my parents. I remember thinking they are the only ones without white hair. The Wadsworth’s lived next door to the left. She was a Caucasian minister in an African American parish. I use to see the parishioners coming and going. She was also a dressmaker. I remember in seventh grade I had to make a dress for sewing class. I chose an ugly brown paisley material. Well it was obvious I would have failed if it were not for Mrs. Wadsworth. My mother took the dress over to her and she tore it apart and started over and made sure I passed the class. Mr. Wadsworth was about 5'2" bald headed and drove a big station wagon about 20 miles an hour wherever he went. After I married, I heard his wife died and he married a Parishioner. We would play in the banks empty parking lot at night. Across the street was a watch repair shop. I could never be late for dinner because the gigantic clock in the window always had the right time. Sophie lived above the shop. She was a stout happy lady. Her large boxer took her for a walk every night. She held on with both hands. Always a friendly hello and smile. Sophie cleaned the lawyer's office across from my house. I helped her clean it and run the vacuum. It was a beautiful office with lovely red carpeting . . . One day my dad saw a young guy peek through the mail slot and then enter the office. He came running out with the secretary’s purse. My dad ran down the street after him and got the purse back. He returned it to the office. She never it was missing. Sara.. Miss Marilyn Monroe lived downstairs with her grandparents who owned the watch shop. She was about thirty and taught ballet. She strutted up the street like nobody you ever saw. Sara Always wore a tight spaghetti strap dress, high heels and had bleached long hair. One strap always falling down over her shoulder . . . she wore glasses but no one noticed . . . always a pleasant smile on her face. My father use to strain his neck looking out the window at her, and my mother use to glare at him.. When I became old enough I bleached my hair like Sara . . . I acted like I didnt notice the men in the firehouse looking at me. I dont think they remembered I was the little girl who slid down the fire pole and ate all their pretzels . . . On the corner of thirteenth across from my best friend was a liquor store called Minutella's. One night someone robbed it. Only one brother was in the store. When the other one found out, they were robbed he gave his brother hell for turning the money over to the robber. I guess he wanted him to get shot. The other liquor store "Bergs" down the corner of fourteenth streets had their dogs protect the store all the time. Every time I walked by, the Mexican Chihuahua’s would show me their fangs. If they had sunk their teeth into me, they would have killed me. They were the loudest dogs around. The convent was on thirteenth street. The nun asked me to go for a walk one day. I was about eleven. I ended up at the doctors office about thirty minutes away. I waited for two hours for her to get her physical. I thought she had gone out the back door and left me. I was in tears . . . I wasn’t even catholic. I went to Saint Johns Episcopal across Market Street bridge. When i finally arrived home, my mother asked where I had been..I told her I was at the doctor's office with a nun. She just stared at me..She knew I couldnt have made that up. Dianne was my best friend. She still is . . . We would climb out her third story window and lay on the roof and get a suntan.. .play hopscotch on the corner..Dance to bandstand..We even kissed our boyfriends together..My first kiss was in her vestibule. His name was Joe. A cute Italian guy with dark brown eyes and dark hair.. He was fifteen and I was thirteen..but he said I looked fifteen. The next day I felt sick to my stomach..I knew I was in love. I remember I was walking by the neighbors apartment house one day..Mr. Swift was his name. I use to give his wife permanents. He hung out the second story window and I heard him call me. "Victoria I want you to come up here for a minute. I want you to meet someone" Well I went up and he wanted me to meet the painters. One was a redhead and the other had dark hair. I was embarrassed but sat down and talked for a little while. I had a crush on Jeff after that..the dark-haired one . . . I still love riding through the old neighborhood In Delaware whenever I go back home. My house is no longer there. The high school is gone. Everyone is gone but the ghosts still linger in my mind. The street is still there and the memories that made me who I am today. < !signature--> A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) [This message has been edited by Victoria (edited 10-26-2000).] |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Fascinating narration. Great story. I like the sick stomach indicating love.. Boy is that ever true. Sandra |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Thank you Sandra..at least when i was a teenager ha..thats how it was..im glad i didnt fall in love often haa..  ~Victoria~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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Solstice Son Member
since 2000-09-19
Posts 469 |
I liked this...just what i needed on a day like today... Sol ~Which way did They go? How many of Them were there? I MUST find Them!! I AM THEIR LEADER!!~ Author Unknown..well at least to me..:) |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...I think I can remember my first kiss...but I'm not sure if that one was the first or second...James |
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DawnG
since 2000-06-23
Posts 1494United States |
I enjoyed this very much. I too can still remember my first kiss and the butterflies in the stomach. Dawn |
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Italy Angel Member
since 2003-09-01
Posts 65Northern Ca |
The narration is done well. I can relate and enjoyed this! Thanks for the read. |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
I liked the way you made the setting. I can imagine your town. It's too bad the school and your home are gone. Oh, but those memories-they are ours forever! I enjoyed the journey. sadie |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Thank you all for your nice comments. |
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